Storm brewing stirs up
leaves and horses
scattering where they don’t belong
We go out, armed for our work
always the same
with rakes and reins
Gather them home
Storm brewing stirs up
leaves and horses
scattering where they don’t belong
We go out, armed for our work
always the same
with rakes and reins
Gather them home
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment